Heard the hurt
by Jonathon
cracked lips and a scorched tongue
do no justice for the pain
spoken by the wounded.
two ears can fear what they will hear;
afraid of insult
& injury.
your teeth are aching within their texture,
and your chords have been pulled -
vocally and consistently, against your instrument of choice.
but I knew when the hurt was heard..
a sounded alarm forwarded to a cerebellum,
where all the intelligent nuclei retreated -
leaving only the ignorant, and the lonely.
a want that has eroded into a steady need
and we all need a suture when harmed -
still you are cold for a bandage blanket.
and the decibel level deceased.
the anxious feeling after the storm -
recovering the damaged and lost.
there is hope for tomorrow,
tomorrow is there for hope.
my life changed when I heard the hurt,
as it leaked a thousand floods.